Salute Me
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, uh, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
When I walk through everything stops, silence
Remain quiet, babies don't cry, thugs don't buss
Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze
Noises to a minimum nigga, I pop and I squeeze
I represent the pain and struggle
Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you
Yo, you testing with death
I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public
They got to free some brothers, or we kidnap the judges
They got to free some sisters, or we kidnap the judges
They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor
Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's
Many fought teams and for green this is war
This is life, and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared
Calling up the radio, don't want my records to air
Y'all ain't playing fair, to every rapper in the game
I'm coming for y'all blood, make room for the king, Nas
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, uh, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher
Nobody touching my crown, nobody dying
Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it
I'm much more smarter, much more strategic
Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walking caskets
They talk a good one, but there's never no action
And I'm the type to poison ya sister, twist her
Through with her, put the gun in your face and make you hit her
Make you quiver when they silhouette of a Don, Benson
Light up a Cuban, recite a few psalms
Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars
Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more
'Cause hate can frustrate, and confuse
Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move, ghetto
Green Berets, got freaks got hoes
Who be jumping out of moving cars and land at my feet because
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Uh, Nas
Know I'm saying? Last year, I had to smack niggas up
And this year I'ma smack a whole lot of mo'fuckers up again
You know why?
('Cause I'm the motherfucking general)
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, uh, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
When I walk through everything stops, silence
Remain quiet, babies don't cry, thugs don't buss
Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze
Noises to a minimum nigga, I pop and I squeeze
I represent the pain and struggle
Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you
Yo, you testing with death
I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public
They got to free some brothers, or we kidnap the judges
They got to free some sisters, or we kidnap the judges
They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor
Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's
Many fought teams and for green this is war
This is life, and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared
Calling up the radio, don't want my records to air
Y'all ain't playing fair, to every rapper in the game
I'm coming for y'all blood, make room for the king, Nas
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, uh, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher
Nobody touching my crown, nobody dying
Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it
I'm much more smarter, much more strategic
Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walking caskets
They talk a good one, but there's never no action
And I'm the type to poison ya sister, twist her
Through with her, put the gun in your face and make you hit her
Make you quiver when they silhouette of a Don, Benson
Light up a Cuban, recite a few psalms
Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars
Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more
'Cause hate can frustrate, and confuse
Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move, ghetto
Green Berets, got freaks got hoes
Who be jumping out of moving cars and land at my feet because
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are (I'm the motherfucking general)
Uh, Nas
Know I'm saying? Last year, I had to smack niggas up
And this year I'ma smack a whole lot of mo'fuckers up again
You know why?
('Cause I'm the motherfucking general)
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Writer(s): Cut Killer
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